Talent Stifled

Middle aged man in Docs, vintage leather jacket and grey haired pubes around his cock. Ill fitting tour shirts rekindling a hazy past. Barrowlands, The Bunnymen. Hammersmith Odeon,The Clash. U2 at University pre Bono crawling up his own ****. Danced and hugged on stage with Terry Hall, arrested for d&d outside Bradfords Great Hall, after watching John Cooper Clarke supporting The Fall. Life reinvigorated by the post punk explosion, no longer searching the NME gig guide, but a Spotify recommendation. or an even sadder email notification. A pre gig meal opposed to a walk home pie in a barm. Ear buds for the tinnitus and Bisoprolol to keep calm. Heartbreak to watch the talent unrewarded, by a government devoid of a cultural foresight. Stifled opportunities through Tory Brexit lies, Allowing the corporations of Cowles and the EMI’s to reap million upon million, leaving the grassroots unnurtured, venues struggling to stay open. Our greatest export, an industry broken.